I am so stoked to see Alexis Crystal on MetArt X. She’s sex appeal embodied and she’s one of my all-time favorite models on SexArt, I’ve watched every single one of her movies a dozen times. She’s naturally enchanting and arousing, and brings so much energy to all her encounters. I’ve been longing to see her in a solo movie, just to be able to focus on her alone, and to see exactly how she pleasures herself, since she’s so good at bringing pleasure to her partners. And now MetArt X has made my dream come true!

I love that her debut movie for MetArt X is called “I Did Something Bad” because when I watch her I definitely want her to do something bad – or something very, very good, depending on how you look at it. She looks amazing, her long legs in classic stockings, garters and heels that frame her perfect ass. She looks particularly fine with that hot ass in the air, flashing that sexy smirk as she touches herself. You can tell she really gets off on being watched.

I saw her cute video interview on Viv Thomas where she talked about how much she likes to masturbate. What a turn-on to see a girl who is so uninhibited and enjoys her body so openly. She’s obviously a real free spirit. She says she is turned on by guys in uniform, and I’d like to volunteer to dress up for some kinky games with her… doctors and nurses springs to mind!

Her new movie “Horny As Ever” has literally blown my mind – that’s exactly how I feel whenever I see her. Thanks, MetArt X, for bringing this vivacious beauty to us, and for putting her center stage, where she belongs.

She hides in the shadows of our room, the drapes half open, light clawing its way in. It casts shapes over her lithe body as she moves, graceful as a cat. My beautiful Spanish dancer, never happier than when she is lost in the music, dancing for me alone in the haze of an early morning.

I watch her for a while, my body and mind waking up to this extraordinary sight. Does she know I am watching her? It is too dark to see her eyes. I reach up and pull back the drapes and there she is, so sexy, half naked, a shawl wrapped around her waist, a tight black corset leaving her breasts and pussy bare.

She laughs, her smile so wide and pretty. The day begins well. She sits down opposite me on the arm of a chair and looks down at her beautiful body, her long dark hair hanging straight down, covering her breasts, reaching for her pussy like her hands.

I am in two minds. To get up, out of bed and go to her – she is so gorgeous that she is hard to resist – or to stay where I am and watch her. She loves it when I watch her dancing; maybe this is part of the dance.

I stay where I am and relax. I keep my hands from my own body. I will do nothing but lie here and watch her.

She licks a finger, looks up at me seductively as she strokes her pussy lips, wetting them, easing them apart. She runs the tip of her finger over her ridges and folds, tracing the outline of her clitoris. She tips her head back and her mouth gapes open, her fingers working by touch alone.

A second finger joins the first, rubbing her button. I watch as her pussy lips grow plump, reacting as she stimulates her clit. I feel myself growing hard under the sheets. But I do not move. Instead, I watch my lovely dancer explore her own body.

I hear her breathing. It grows louder and faster, and she gasps at her own deft touch. Her fingers work up and down her slit, her lips parting around them, her body undulating to the rhythm that her fingertips are tapping out.

I watch her as she sends the tip of one finger to her wet hole, excited by this, willing her to fuck herself. But she stops and stands, turning around, planting one foot on the couch, her shawl draped over her ass.

Her hand between her legs is lost in the shadow of her wrap, but her body’s movement and the gasps from her mouth tell the story…. I can picture the hot, wet tightness around her fingers…

Then she pulls her shawl up at last, exposing her fabulous ass. She stands with her feet together and watches me, half smiling, one finger testing her tight slit from behind.

The moment has come – I could climb from my bed right now, manhood pulsing between my legs, and take my place behind her. She would not complain. She would welcome me, welcome my erection, plant her feet apart and grab hold of the couch with both hands as I entered her.

But I do not move. I want to watch her. To see what she will do. How far will she go? She has never masturbated in front of me before. Not like this. Not without me beside her on the bed, touching her, teasing her.

She sits back on the couch again. Is she disappointed in me? Did she want me to come to her? She smiles at me, biting her lower lip, then she is lost in her own world once more.

She raises each foot up onto the couch beside her, legs open like only a dancer can, her pussy wet and flushed ruby red, her lips blossoming open like a flower. Now she takes two fingers and drives them inside herself and I hear her gasp so loud she almost squeals.

Does she remember I am here? She fucks herself, long finger strokes in and out, suddenly swirling them rapidly around her clitoris. Her body heaves and spasms, shaking and shuddering, her fingers plunged deep, her knees snapped together as she cums on her own hand, biting her lip, crying out.

Then she slumps down onto the floor and looks up at me, her smile widening as she sees me once again. And I wonder, will she come to me now and touch me, or will I be left to my own devices?

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My feet have always been very sensitive, and I love having them played with. I like to lie back on the couch with my feet in a guy’s lap while he strokes them, squeezes my toes, slides a thumb over my heels. And I absolutely adore any guy who will spend time massaging my feet, kneeling on the floor in front of me, taking them onto his lap one by one to ease all my tensions.

But when I don’t have a guy around, and I’ve been on my feet all day, I have my foot spa. It soothes and stimulates me in a very pleasurable way. I’ll get comfortable in just a sweater and my panties, slip my feet into the warm water, and let my mind wander as the spa works its magic on my tender feet. My feet get wet, and my pussy gets even wetter…

Yesterday I came home from a long day on my feet and turned to my spa for some relief. The effect was so instantaneous that I’d had my feet in the water for less than a minute before my pussy was tingling, and I lay back on the couch to give it some attention.

My mind was filled with fantasies about having a guy licking and sucking my toes. As I pictured it, I started fondling my breasts, just as I’d do if a guy were teasing my feet for real. My nipples were stiff and throbbing already.

I could feel my juices oiling up my pussy lips and seeping out ready for me to smear them over my clit. I slipped out of my panties and lay back, one knee up, as I trailed a finger over my lips. I scooped up a little of my own goo as I rested the tip of my finger just at the entrance to my pussy hole, then drew it back up between my lips, careful not to press too hard, just teasing all the way up over my clit.

That felt great. I imagined it was a tongue that was lapping at my button, a tongue that had only seconds before been wrapped around my toes. I slid my hands back up to my tits and squeezed my nipples again, harder this time, a little bit of pussy juice making them slick. It felt good to take my time, letting my pleasure build slowly, touching my pussy just the way I like to have my feet played with.

I rubbed with a little more pressure, one finger slipping between my lips, my pussy juice coating it. I spread it over my clit, making it good and slippery. I was so hot for it now, my mind focused on the image of a tongue lapping at my pussy, such a potent image I could practically feel it. I imagined the tongue thrusting inside me as I pushed my fingers inside my hot slit, spreading them apart to open myself up, my thumb strumming and circling my clit.

I fantasized that my imaginary lover was rock hard, his cock pressed up against my feet as he bent over me to eat my pussy out. I wanted to fuck him, to feel that hard dick plowing inside me, but first I wanted him to rub his leaking dick all over my feet, to slide it up and down over my silky insteps.

In my fantasy, I clamped his cock between my soles and held it tight as he fucked my feet, his tongue probing deeper and deeper inside me with every thrust. I was driving myself wild with this fantasy, my fingers working my clit frenziedly. As I came with a shudder, whimpering and biting my lip, I pictured his jizz fountaining up to spray over my feet, hot spurts splattering from my toes to my ankles.

I massaged lotion into my feet as I caught my breath, pretending I was massaging the guy’s slippery cum into my skin. Why do you think I have such soft feet?

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Busty beauty Paula Shy has such a powerfully seductive presence that I’d happily watch her read from the back of a cereal packet – so to have the curvy Asian cutie reading erotica for us is super-arousing. “Read Me A Story” features Paula turning herself on, teasing her voluptuous body with a vibrator as she reads aloud until she can’t resist plunging her fingers into her wet pussy.

Mads Lie Helin’s movie is particularly exciting for me because I wrote the story Paula is reading. To hear her sexy Czech accent speaking my words is really hot. The story is titled “What I Need” and you can find it, and many other steamy tales and true confessions to get your pulse racing, on our free site, MyErotica.com. I’d love to hear what you think of it!

To begin with Jasmine is a drug and I am wholeheartedly addicted. Her communication of intelligence and erotic sensuality is completely out of this world and coupled with Charles's brilliant direction this truly is a masterpiece of erotica. May I humbly request more of Jasmine, please.